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For decades I have written my code not for the purpose of computers to ingest, but for human enlightenment. Everything I have designed and produced was created to improve human understanding and enrich human interaction. Typically, 75% of my code is made up of comments to describe what is happening in terms beginners can understand, and the reasoning why a particular method was chosen. When I look at other code I am often disappointed that my apporach seems so unique to me.
Code is art, and AI slop is the antithesis of every reason why I choose to write code. I write code to have empathy for others in my position, for everybody else that walks the path I have travelled.
I wholly oppose the actions of mentally-deficient CEOs to force AI upon everybody and to hoover up code they have no right to. My copyright requires attribution, and AI doesn't provide that attribution.
There is nothing I can do to stop this, and it is already too late given that my code has been slurped up already. That's not the point; my ability to make a moral choice to leave GitHub is what matters.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robret Frost
I have spent decades honing my craft and, given a blank file, no AI will ever be able to predict what I choose to create from nothing. I refuse to give GitHub my time and effort.
I stand by my convictions, even if they seem contradictory when people don't understand the motivations behind them. Bad-faith arguing is evil made manifest and I will not explain myself further.
Kroc Camen.
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Disassembly (CA65) of the Commodore 64 port of the seminal space-sim Elite, by Ian Bell / David Braben.